‘ you don’t have to be anyone’s hero. ’
` but what about the kids who were like me ? ‘ question is posed in neither malice nor retaliation , instead : curiosity. eyes shift , then , from the ground to the woman ( for there is : a fire behind kind eyes , flames ember , tastes delicate flesh , &. flames lap hungrily as the fire is fueled / bark is added , &. you know it’s dangerous to play with fire , however , you calculate risks involved , yet you persist. you shall remain unmoved. ) , ‘ what about them ? ‘ tension thickens , thick as tar , sticks greedily to humid air , “ hero” , nay , guardian , he is : protective , dangerously so. ( you cannot save everyone / but i can try. ) ` i never had a hero growing up. kids who were like me -- they need someone , anyone -- i have to try. even if it means risking my own well being. ‘
don’t. accepting. @ravishs
